The above picture is my favorite one of me from childhood. My buddy, named Long John, was my great-grandfather's dog. Some children would be leery of being so close to such a big dog, but I was happiest when near him.

At a young age, I was able to sense things about animals. If they did not feel well, I knew and would spend my time talking to and touching them. You can see my chubby toddler hand on his head.

Although I do not remember when Long John died, sharing moments with him may have instilled my desire to have a Collie when I was an adult. I had two - Brownie and Sparkie - who also brought joy and love into my life.